So I can make it rain. No, really.
Friday AM (actually all of last week): no rain predicted for the weekend or possibly until September, just 90s all day everyday (worst radio station ever).
Friday PM: no rain predicted, seriously no chance for at least the next ten days. Except maybe like a 10% chance sometime Sunday because this is Kentucky so never say never.
Saturday AM: like maybe a slight chance of rain today, tho not to interfere with our high of 91, and maybe the teensiest chance tomorrow.
Saturday PM: rain starting within the hour and continuing all night, break for clear skies (aka heat and humidity) Sunday from sunrise until noon with rain returning in the afternoon.
Okay, maybe I just bring the prediction of rain. The threat of rain. Because the whole "rain starting within the hour was actually almost two hours ago and it's still clear skies (aka hot and humid).
And why do I assume this (maybe) drastic change in weather pattern is because of me? Am I really this egocentric?
Well, maybe. I mean, I don't think I am, but that's a difficult thing for someone to determine about themself without lots of work with a really good therapist.
None of which has to do with cloud seeding. Cloud formation first, because there's not been much up there to seed. It's definitely possible I have only a broad and vague understanding of how cloud seeding works.
All I know for sure is the forecast was clear clear dear lordy it's hot clear until I put out my new inflatable pool. (Which was actually last summer's new inflatable pool that arrived just a few days before I spent, what was it, ten weeks maybe in a walking cast for two tirn tendons.)
Uley and enjoying the first pool day of the summer. The temp is 89 and there's not a cloud in the sky.
That was Friday afternoon. We went out again today (Saturday) when I got home from work. I plan -- planned -- plan goldarnit to finish up the yard work (planting, not weeding, I have enough active rashes for now thankyouverymuch) in the morning, clean up, and spend the whole afternoon lounging in a bit less than two feet of water. I have a collection of Thurber short stories for my pool read and a selection of SPFs.
While I've been typing the threat level has risen to a 50% chance of thunderstorms starting, you guessed it, within the hour. Well I see your bluff, storm clouds. I'm not rushing out in a mad scramble to empty and deflate the pool. It's staying as is tonight and I will enjoy it again for a few more hours tomorrow.
So there.
p.s. The rashes. Seriously. They're all over. Even on my face, and it's been years since that's happened. Not quite bad enough to seek medical attention (and prednisone). I just feel like someone lightly ran a grater over all of my skin. Not so much itchy as raw, with sudden random bursts of burning itch.
Which is why there are still three areas in need of weeding.
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